Luyện nghe bài hát Ropin' Pen

Every Friday afternoon, I up the trailer
Saddle up ol' rock an' ice down the
Drive that back road until it
At the Pen

There's rusted out pick-ups an' rigs
Twenty-thousand dollar then there's my ol' stag
But we're all the the minute we ride in
To the Pen

Well, I ain't no Speed
But I her Hell
Hell, you can tell
Some day I might be

We'll turn a few steers an' tell a few
back in the saddle an' philosophize
Most of problems, we can prob'ly solve 'em
In the Pen

We don't do it for the money, Hell, we're broke
Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan what he'd pay to
He lost a couple of wives, half the fingers on his
To the Pen

An' it takes a little skill an' a luck
An' you can smack if you can back it up
Ah, but we're all friends, no who wins
at the Ropin' Pen

Well, I no Clayo Speed
But I give her
Hell, you never can
Some day I might be

We'll another pit of steers an' tell a few more lies
another beer and hypothesize
Most of life's problems, Hell, gonna solve 'em
In the Pen

See y'all again, weekend
Here at the Pen
At the Pen
Down at the Pen
In the Pen